Autumn Quotes

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

November always seemed to be the Norway of the year.

It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

The lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

Autumn's the mellow time.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.

The wind-blown leaves turn
Dancing the golden sunlight
across the tired floor.

October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.

Behold congenial Autumn comes,
the Sabbath of the Year.

No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.